I kept saying that this would push me over the edge, but when I’d already fully acknowledged that this was how I was, was there really any further left for me to go?
I lifted higher on my knees, widening my legs, giving myself a better angle.
Tell me what’s happening.
I pulled in a deep breath. Of course, the phone was capturing my words every time we sexted, but this was closer. There was no barrier stopping me from connecting to her.
“My fingers—ugh—I’m pushing my fingers back inside myself.”
How does it feel?
“It’s good. It’s so good,” I squeezed my eyes closed to rid myself of the embarrassment. “I don’t know what's happened to me, but I feel so empty without this. I just - Oh, God…” I cut myself off as my fingers bottomed out, hitting my prostate.
I gasped as my body jerked, my forehead pressed against the wall, my fingers pushing past the soft curves of my ass.
Keeping the camera off was safer. She didn’t have to look at my body as I jiggled and moaned, collapsing beneath my weight and the thickness of my fingers. My skin pink, sweat already dripping from my brow, my joints creaked even though I had basically been exercising for an hour every night.
“I’m bending my fingers, going as deep as I can. And, I -I love it so much,” I choked out, heat rolling through me at my admission. I’d never said it properly before, not out loud, not like this.
There was a loud bang from next door, and I jumped. It was quickly followed by heavier moans, and I clenched my eyes, torn between wanting to listen and trying to block it out. I faced away from Dom’s room, but I swear I still felt him with me.
Not yet, handsome. I want my fun too.
I whimpered as Dom’s phantom voice caressed my ear.
It was turning me on even more. I wasn’t even sure I could hold myself up when it felt so powerful.
I’d only ever been on my back or on my hands and knees, not raised up like this. My wrist ached already, the tingles from the lube building me up. I couldn’t get my fingers in as deep as I wanted, but I was stretching myself, preparing for what came next.
I lost myself in the moment, pulled again into my fantasies. My brow furrowed as I let myself become carried away by the feeling of someone behind me, pressing into my back, their fingers torturing me, their hands doing all the work.
I can think of lots of ways to make you feel good.
I cried out as Dom’s voice floated past my ears. Lost in my mind, I jerked my hips, only looking down to the phone when the strain on my knees became too much.
Are you ready now?
Harry?
I can hear you moaning. You love fucking yourself with your fingers, don’t you?
“Sorry… I just—I just want more,” I gasped, my knuckles white on the sturdy headboard as I used it for support.
Do you have the vibrator close by?
I want you to get your vibrator all nice and lubed up and start playing with yourself.
You know what to do.
I gasped as I pulled my hand away from my ass, groaning, feeling empty and tight at the same time. I sat back on my heels, my hand trembling, almost afraid to look as I reached to my left, picking up the lube bottle and the vibrator.
Clicking the top of the bottle open, I swallowed nervously as I flipped it over and squeezed the gel out onto the shining metal.
I dropped the bottle by my knee, not caring about the lube staining the bedsheet. A towel wasn’t enough to stop the mess I wanted to make of myself. I’d get rid of the sheets before the staff cleared out the room.
My lips quivered as I traced the vibrator with one finger. The cool lube was a balm to the fire raging through me.
My confidence grew as I wrapped my fingers around it, sliding them down, coating every inch of it. Another cry echoed through the wall, and I groaned, my eyelids fluttering at the thought of stroking Dom’s cock exactly like that.
